On Friday I learned that my social security number had been compromised, my road-trip plans with Irene were thwarted by vandals and that I didn't get a prestigious grant for which I had applied. And then two literary journals declined my stories over the weekend.
Let me tell you- this weekend had all the makings of a Bad Decision Smorgasbord: booty-calling an ex or two, eating some McDonald's (which I haven't done in years!) and canceling my writing life altogether. Good thing my girls were home this weekend, because instead I went food shopping, finally picked out a dress for Cathi's impending nuptials and other random chore-like things.
It was a struggle to stay positive (especially because I had to leave the house with a naked face on Sunday to get the perfect shade of foundation at Sephora, and I try to never leave the house with a naked face anymore) but I must say, an unexpected thing kept me in high spirits: when my long-time friends call me Rocky.
Not to dismiss the people I've met since 2006 when I moved into my own place, but when someone I knew in high school or college touches base with me and calls me Rocky, I'm transported back to the time when I was that girl, the one I'm just getting back to. For a while there I was Raquel or Ms. Penzo and I hated it. It was too formal and grown up and I'm too playful for all that. I was Rocky from third grade on and then all of a sudden, that girl disappeared. It was sad.
Today, I see signs of that girl again. She looks older and more tired than I recall, but she wasn't getting much sleep back then so I'm not surprised. Still, I see her. And it feels amazing!
That's enough to put a smile on my face well into Saturday.
*smooches...plotting to freeze your underwear when you fall asleep*
------------
don't ask why; I just felt like it
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
Girl, after all these years I can still say you haven't changed. I love you for who you are.
You will always be Rocky to me. The chick who went to prom in the old ass limo my folks got us with Jeanette, Leah, and some dude I'd never met. The only other chick I know that knows what the hell "Vuoi andare al cinema insieme" means. Dr. Cocciarelli, his tight clothing and the film noir class. = ) Such a carefree time for reals. Wish I had taken my studies seriously back then. It's true when it's said youth is wasted on the young. But I'm happy where I am today and I hope despite every obstacle you overcome you don't forget tomorrow this will seem like nada. Love ya, Rock! Hugs, Ev
Post a Comment